My Studies, You Drive

My incentive, you provide Behind me, your seat was My mind, stolen by your thought To help was my ask, accepted you did Animosity, was it all in my mind A fool like me, you are not Stressed was I, as my entrance was made A book, had I ignored its presence Claiming that difficulty, there was none Your settlement, showed no panic Stability, was yours to own Calmness did your sight, share My questions, did I pose Seeking answers, was I not Importance were they little, to me Your voice, the only motive for my ask To hate, you showed no intent My ignorance had not dissuaded your care Glances, did I steal many Awkwardness was it a conception Your beauty, a pride in itself My wishes to bring back what was, intensified A norm did I want renewed Change was my belief, not you To write my paper, were there no obstacles My passion, no longer constricted by an absence I moulded A shackled heart, unshackled by you being Forgetting you, was a choice no more Art would be nonexistent, if your image was smoldered A driven pen am I, when my side is not alone Confidence was my bask, a length Idiocy had you relieved me of, through purity My actions had you not reflected A wrath remembered by myself, but forgiven in your eyes Study did I, conceding that your genius was of heart Whilst mine, a stem of love Changed had my pen's drive, only Dissuasion of my love, had I attempted through belief Your sight a root of the potential, a fool claims